Not only that, at the same time, everywhere in the sky, everywhere on the ground, all around Taiyuan City, people seemed to be shouting: "The city has been breached, the government is marching out!"
Moreover, those soldiers lined up in front of the camp south of the city, tens of thousands of them, soldiers holding spears, soldiers holding long axes, soldiers holding bows, crossbows, swords and shields, all turned in the same direction as Monk Dahui, following the movement of the dragon flag, that is, swarming towards the west side of Taiyuan City.
Monk Dahui walked out of the camp gate in confusion and quickly ran to the side of the general platform, only to see that under the dragon banner was Emperor Zhao himself. He was not wearing armor, but only a military cotton coat. For some reason, his hands were shining with oil and spread out on both sides. He did not hold a sword, nor did he ride a horse or hold a bow. He just walked forward slowly, but with extraordinary determination, and was about to step down from the general platform.
Countless close ministers and guards crowded around him, staggering and rushing forward in a hurry as if they couldn't wait.
The highest-ranking ones were, of course, the yellow-faced Wu Jie and the black-faced Wang Yan. They were fully armed, one holding a sword, the other stroking a sword, standing on the left and right. When the emperor took one step, they took three steps forward, then turned back two steps, and just looked down at all the officers and soldiers below the stage within their sight, issuing orders non-stop:
"The city has been breached, the government has marched out! Follow them! Follow them!"
Wu Jie and Wang Yan did the same, and below them, Ren Baozhong and countless attendants followed suit. Only Yang Yizhong and Liu Yan remained silent, following Emperor Zhao closely, one in front and one behind. Fan Zongyin, Mei Li, Yu Yunwen and other civil officials also followed behind, but they just staggered and followed.
Taira no Kiyomori was among them. He turned around and saw Minamoto no Tameyoshi there, but he shouted in Japanese without hesitation: "The city has been breached, the emperor is marching out! Tameyoshi-sama, follow me!"
At this moment, Yuan Weiyi finally understood and hurried forward, but he had already lost his composure and had no time to think. The only thought in his mind was to catch up with the official. He did not even know to go around the platform and follow him from the front. Instead, he tried to climb up the platform in a straight line, holding the hammer and pulling his injured right arm, but fell down on the spot.
Monk Dahui seemed to be confused at this time. Instead of pointing the way, he claimed to be righteous from below and dragged the other person up to the steps of the platform, and then climbed up himself.
Climbing onto the already bare rammed earth platform, Yuan Weiyi instinctively glanced around, and as far as he could see, all around him were flags of the Song army and soldiers. These elite soldiers of the time, like an iron stream, rushed up from all directions regardless of everything. Behind the soldiers, countless auxiliary soldiers and civilians in red also poured out of the camp like crazy and followed closely behind them.
Everyone was repeating those two sentences, everyone was shouting those two sentences, as if these two sentences had some magic power.
The camps, the cities, the shining frozen rivers, the white snow, the countless surging iron streams of soldiers, the red tide behind the iron streams, and the dragon banner that was slowly but firmly moving forward.
After focusing on the dragon banner again, Yuan Weiyi immediately chased forward with the club in his hand. At the same time, an unprecedented intense thought came to his mind: This is a samurai, a real samurai! This is war, a real war! This is an emperor, a real emperor! This is the world, the real world!
What on earth was I doing in the first half of my life? Was I serving as a dog to those nobles who only slept with my daughter and granddaughter-in-law? !
However, the anger and excitement that was about to burst out turned into a voice, but it was just a sentence with a strange tone - "The city has been broken! The government has set out to fight!"
Yuan Weiyi, holding a rice cake beating mallet, ran forward, chasing Zhao Guanjia's dragon flag like a madman towards the huge cloud of smoke, which was south-west of the city. Then, he finally became part of the huge trend together with other Japanese samurai, Mongolian princes, Tangut auxiliary soldiers, Tibetan cavalry, and nearly 100,000 Song army soldiers and Han civilians.
At the same time when Yuan Weiyi was eager to integrate into the times, the monk Dahui, whose hair was already half an inch thick, stood on the podium in a daze, with his hands clasped together, staring at the smoke, the city and the dragon banner under the smoke, smelling the scent, and then hesitated a little.
As smart as he was, he had combined the rumors about the military parade several years ago, reacted on the spot, and then realized the truth of the matter.
So, he began to fear and hesitate instinctively... because this power was too strong, so strong that he didn't know whether he should be born, and the emperor under the dragon banner who mastered this power so skillfully was also too powerful, so strong that he didn't know what unspeakable things that person would rely on this power to do in the future?
But at the same time, a thought was about to come to his mind - isn't this the fate that the Buddha asked him to see?
Hasn’t this power already been born?
At this point, should we fear and escape from things that already exist?
As a practitioner, should we avoid existing things, whether they are karma or blessings?
With some determination, Dahui finally moved again, but he also uttered the only different voice on the battlefield.
As the saying goes:
"When the body, speech and mind are pure, it is called the Buddha's coming into the world.
The body, speech and mind are not pure, which is called the Buddha's extinction."
"Go back to the inner city!"
As if he was awakened by the monk Dahui's jingle, Wanyan Zhehe, who was climbing the battlements on the southern city wall of Taiyuan and feeling a tightness in his chest, suddenly looked at Meng'an beside him.
The man named Meng'an had a pale face and was chanting Buddhist mantras, but he seemed not to hear anything.
Wanyan Zhehe did not blame the other party, nor did he try to pull him by force. He just turned around immediately, went down the city wall alone, came to the foot of the city wall, found a frightened horse, and galloped directly into the city along the suspension bridge at the inner gate of the city wall.
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